Back To Index Sting"I Hung My Head" Early one morning with time to kill I borrowed Jeb's rifle and sat on the hill I saw a lone rider crossing the plain I drew a bead on him to practice my aim My brother's rifle went off in my hand A shot rang out across the land The horse he kept running, the rider was dead I hung my head, I hung my head I set off running to wake from the dream And my brother's rifle went into the stream I kept on running into the salt lands And that's where they found me, my head in my hands The sheriff he asked me |
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